[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Shuttle[/center][hr]

Jackson let an eyebrow raise as he heard Genevieve, a smirk splitting his lips as he watched her, chuckling in an almost unbelieving as she moved to stand before him. [color=D09A57][b]"The offer's appreciated, but 'less you picked up some tips on engine maintenance on your back at some point, I doubt most any of us can do anythin'."[/b][/color] This time, it was the opposite - his words were harsh but the tone anything but. Jackson normally would not have been quite so quick to deal out insults, even to Genevieve for her profession, but the run so far had worked up a great deal of stress, and going to see Patience had only topped that, the fear of being shot did that to a person.

He made a mental note to get some rest while they waited on the repairs, he figured not a great deal would happen while they were waiting, the location they'd set the ship was quiet, and Whitefall itself was dead most of the time. He thought he'd seen Camilla with some strawberries earlier, the small sweet would certainly do wonders to calm him down a bit. As he stood there, Jackson was aware of the way his words came out, and his own frustration and exhaustion was more than evident to him already. He sighed, glancing down for a moment before letting his eyes settle back on Genevieve.

[color=D09A57][b]"I don't mean t' be harsh, it's been a long day."[/b][/color] He explained himself relatively plainly, shifting his hands down to set them on his hips, pinkie finger idly tapping on the grip of his gun, an odd tick he'd developed from time to time, usually when he was feeling a little tense. 

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Bridge[/center][hr]

Quinn remained where he was aboard the bridge, idly watching the workers outside the viewport as he waited for things to get underway, signing off on a few things and giving instructions to a few Ensigns as they wandered about the bridge, ensuring things were ready. He glanced toward Carla as she came onto the bridge, giving her a slight nod, but not a word of greeting for now as he reached out and took one of the offered strawberries. Bringing it to his lips, he took a bite and savoured the taste, while he enjoyed the small fruits, he rarely let himself enjoy them, generally saving them for a success. While this did not exactly fit into the category of a success, things had been going well for the crew in the past, and he took it as a good luck charm of sorts.

As he heard another enter the bridge, Quinn turned over to the face he didn't know. Well, he did know the face, but not the man. He'd seen Harper's file, and had been looking over it just a short while before in his office, the Retribution's new pilot. He took a few moments to look the man over, to take in every aspect of the man who was now under his command. There was something about him which seemed fresh, but Quinn supposed a similar feeling came with all new additions to the crew. He figured so long as the man did his job well enough, he wouldn't particularly care for much else. Returning the salute briefly, he cleared his throat.

[color=FF2F2F][b]"Then I hope it is stowed quickly, Lieutenant. We have orders to investigate an Independent craft on Whitefall, I want us there as soon as you can."[/b][/color] He did not bother to add anything unnecessary, or even any pleasantries. Quinn was eager to begin with their work, the break had been more than long enough for his liking. He didn't bother to consider what the new Lieutenant may have heard in regards to him, Quinn was more than aware of some of the rumours which went around the officer's lounge about him, but they were no concern of his - William would learn of how Quinn did things, and how he liked them done. That was good enough.